Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.